And nowhere to go but up
"We used to call Clay Felker our drinking editor, not because he had a more agile elbow than any of the rest of us, but simply because he . . . managed to get to more parties in a week than anybody else in a month."
Thus did Esquire Founding Editor Arnold Gingrich (1903-76) once describe a certain garrulous subeditor who worked on the magazine during the highest of its haute-smartass days nearly two decades ago. Young Felker left Esquire in 1962, but became even more conspicuous in publishing...
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